AYO…
My inner regions are meshed with mechanical features
cyborg rhyme form; blessed with technique to handle you leeches
Mantles of preachers are left obliterated, We ride on,
high dawn is my direction elevation to shine on…
vibrant powers divine rest in the heart of this vicious
architect, guiness drinking non contempt, horrible visions
I deal with. show's the "real" and the fake -
concealed in the shade; A maniac
set to target skin of the weak, melt…and peel it away.
now watch - as My legions of demons reel in the pain
poison hooks love beef - we call it the meal of the day
screaming victims never phase me, I love music when I eat,
abusive in the streets...even more so when flowin' ruthless on a beat.
When I…kick a rhyme you know I'm braking ya ribs
never am I concerned with what's hot or majorly piff
I'm lacing the spliff, then I'll face it till I'm encased in the spins
grab the mic - and spit a maelstrom through ya face, I'm the shit.
So listen, my boy already runs with robots from japan
I alter ego's till ya bitch made and drop ovens on top of ya mans…
barbarian - we standing in the ring for this battle,
now here it is…open ya mouth so you can feast on this scalpel,
You fearin' this - madman leave you cut up 6 ft. deep in the gravel
bitch.

If the ancients would listen…
I'd shout a note of total bliss,
a socialist with no hope an so I toke a spliff..
listen to me people my opus is open it's,
repulsive so when viewing consult a psychiatrist…
I've motioned into hues of murky water now dry
in hopes to see lagoons infused with fallen skies,
now most of you confused, abused and call out WHY?
nobody cares for your questions, so the lesson is taught by I
majestic my thoughts'll hide until guesses cross my mind
..see I thought I saw a martyred god, but what I saw was locked in time.
deep within a wish I prayed deep…but no one listened
so I cracked a smile and hollered through hollows, unholy prison
kept me enraged and yet I slept with the pain
and stepped to the game, ready to ingest a grenade!
WHAT AM I!?
I'm the face you see looking into heaven…
destined for direction neglecting any yes men,
blessed is my vengeance…dig a fucking hole
let me sleep 6 feet deep' till I release my ugly soul.
FEAST ON THE WILLS OF OLD
think back to the essence….
and when you see my face, know that god is in your presence

In the maelstrom I stand, hell’s wings batter me down
Shield of fire, emerald sword slashing massacre hounds…
No devil can hold me…screams of pacifists bound
From the loins of a tree smash, shatter the ground.
The guise of Lucifer… leads us to oblivion….
The reason you’ve accepted it, leads me to forgive no sin
We bleed within never knowing when the devil grins,
Through pain he thrives, growing slowly on are hopeless whims.
BUT NEVER THAT!
All my people time to take stand,
Face your friends create a plan and retake this land….
No devolution from his evil will create commands!

RAISE YOUR FIST

Drop the beast into his fated ditch…
And reunite all creation in our saviors clinch.
From this day forth, heaven and hell no longer matter
Just the people who faced slaughter in the heart of battle

Entrenched in death..
life looks a little bland today
eventful? yes - but that doesn't mean we all have to play.
it's like I wear this armor with pride but as my body bruises...
the soul inside boasts a cry, in hopes to find the mind'n it's uses
defined as a nuisance ...and on the grind he grows ruthless
searching for the time his fathers confined life into nooses ...
was it better then? providing for ones self through any weather when,
the light turns dim why do we hide, gripping the sediment ?
STAND UP - don't let the masses control you
capture your focus and master your own wit until you MAN UP
this land sucks? - well believe me he never felt that way
sword in hand he toured the land until his sins began to melt away
seldom slaves would try to mimic his missions..
but when then they slipped into business they couldn't render decisions
allowing any normal man... woman and child
to be as ONE and view the land with a human smile...
so there he stood - a warrior locked in chains
mocked and pained from the thoughts of his often rage
"should I kill?" slice throats and steady cock the gauge?
or be a guiding light to a nation that forgot it's name.

Project of the bricks mixed with a fetish for death
catch me hanging babies off rooftops, barb wire meshed in there flesh.
sex is excellent bet…in the sheets, I SMASH dog
fill the pussy with the soothing motion...of a razor blade strap on
my tracks raw…and I aint speaking bout the music,
I keep a junkie bitch chained up in my backyard.
so when I'm feeling froggy - I'ma damn sure leap…
over the moat where I bury hoes after I throat fuck'em to sleep,
grab the slut by the pussy- it's a must that it's on
inject the heroine in her blood and then cut off each arm.
I got a meat farm, Forreal…alotta bones there,
me and leatherface...bury alotta hoes there
it's like a carnival of sorts..where demons lurk for a victim
on each ride you can kill a man and figure out how you wanna stitch'em
I keep the devil close…but this axe, that's my best friend
cut a bitches legs off and then rape her on ontop of her deaths bed.

To put it lightly;
In my right hand, skyscrapers and mountains collide
In my left nestle the people in search of a place to hide
When it all started…my anger boiled pots twice over
Filling my lungs with hostile breath, kidneys distraught; life’s over…
But there it was…A guiding light flying high at night
With a shine so bright, the stars inspired to be alike this vibrant sprite
An angel of beauty, her displays amazed an confused me
Impeccable designs of glamour encased her body, soothing
Music moved me out of the darkness surrounding my soul
I’ve drowned in this role of playing perfect so now I control
All the love I give to naysayer’s who claim danger is coming
And when it hits…I’ll turn my back as they remain smothered
Posion’ll cover the toys’n joys of children once unknown
So please, quickly…run home cuz I can’t stand the cries anymore
The violence and gore is overpowering, so WHO cares if I try anymore…
Good intentions are fine and dandy until you take me for granted
Abuse amounted to friendships ending with no ways to manage
The evil existence I’ve become…A genius, eclipsed in lies’n rum
Once generous to many but now my time confides in guns…
Resting on my head, should I bite the bullet or fight to pull it
This is good gone bad, I really wish I lived life like I should of

UP FROM THE PIT!
we smash skulls an take names..
drinking 40's at funerals and pissin' on graves
I'm pissed, this born rage enlists a war's pain
leave ya face fucked as you crash through a window pane
I'll smash you till bits of brains amass from ya shriveled frame
than shackle you in a maze where cannibals skip an play
a vandle who spits insane, my name is H.NOTIK
damage you with flames from depths that remain godless.
yo hoes are looking slender…boney sure I'll bend ya..
fuck you in the ass then stick your face into a blender
face it son I'll end ya - notify death of ya placement,
heaven…hell…or even indian reservation
Leave ya body torn up no need for shotty's hoe WHAT!?!
I'd rather use my hands an drown you in a river full of throw up!
YES - that's how we do check the wild the crew
as we hang man in the main lands smokin' blunts an downing brew

in this room i cherish nothing but my alchohol,
weed smoke is the rhythm
that fuses with my knowledge further building a mountain like exorcism.
deep within my souls chamber - there's no danger...
the roots of my black thought,
can't be controlled alone in anger
if i stole the globe would rangers, f b i and police men,
bother to chase and test the sky above where i cheat death,
lord hail my name. MATTHEW...a supposed gift
so states the page but i used it to roll a spliff...
burning bilble paper is nothing compared to the everlasting
mind state behind fate of which i use to clash wit,
impacting, surpassin, the only god that half stepped
my actions that asked men, "will you attack those that are passionate?"
faith keepers whose fate keeps on dwindling beneath the madness...
so who attracts it? the missle bearing actions...
controlled to rain upon our reign and dawn creating factions
of slaves to all who lamed at dawn the day our faith became are casket.
it wasnt drastic but i shook the hand of jesus...
his look was bearing reason but i shook in fear of treason,
cuz believing in one man can lead to years of bleedin'.
to get even is an evening worth of bloodshed...
but who get's cut dead?
a mother whose upset due to the lust of a husband...
or the devil that orchastrated all the sadness in that marrige?
i once past a pastor with the glare of a madman...
and asked for pardon to murder a babtist...
then all of a sudden i felt a subtle rage,
that caused me to cut my fingers and ink history upon the day.
my words are an essence that develops a trust...
communicating views of savior between the trouble and us.

We as many - Walk with pride
Lead us steady - Talk of nights
Feed us plenty - Crops of life
He befriended awful cries

Valiantly noble men stalk, agony, pain ... fear must survive
Do you hear us inside drowning bibles in pools of blood?
Never feeling the effect of its soothing love, so who to trust?
You or us, dark or light? We refuse to lust!
I often cry as thoughts deny the walks of life
That part the sky 'n' pause the shine for all his might
And talk of times of follower's pride, stop and hide
And follow in line swallow your pride 'n' push the thoughts behind

THINK DEEPER!!!

Greed was the reason 'n' poisoned the fetus
Believing in Jesus brought reporters of grievance
Orderless legions with orders to reason
Disorderly heathens supporting belief and
Ignoring police when contorting the meaning
Of justice 'n' religion judge swift with precision
When deciding your credence
For pontious pilate often smiles on liars 'n' demons
Asking for creance - acceptance by religion or force
Destined in semen death then Proceeded 'n' blessed men of evil
With weapons to eat through suspects believed to
Follow the cause, halos 'n' cross ... "pray to the lord"
Run away - turn cheek 'n' live to fight again
Rights of pain carried by slaves - night 'n' day
Forward 'n' forward ... On an on
The blood of the people bled upon a faithful lord ...
Thanking all - one by one till the day of the cross

DON'T THINK ANYMORE!!!

Think of success an regret blessing the lord
Step through executive doors 'n' forget
The single solitary session of confession
Before - bent over sore, kneeling ...
Praying like you've never prayed before
Facing more then faith 'n' all ...
The people chasing fame an galore
Without claiming there lord
Spreading negativity against relativity
Down with Jesus, Angels, Satan 'n' more!

The flow MIGHTY - Crush houses an peasants
while yall listen green with envy, talk about a hulk of a essence
I…Grab planets, bend existence - My presence could kill,
I've got as much faith in a wack rapper..
as Ahmadinejad saying 9/11 was real…
A GOD…Notik - drinking blood from a mass slaughter
switchblade, trigga' finger itchy, aim equal to black water…
introducing a smash SQUAD UP - SMO & NAMELESS LEGENDS
united equal Hell and Heaven meets Armageddon,
We flow till your dead it's more like Hitler slash Hussein
military outfits model soldiers after the sickness in my brain,
DESTROY - All who challenge we who stand in charge…
all praise be to 3MD - STRONG MUSIC - grip mic's with the hand of god.
We paint pictures with bloody fingers, middle finger the game…
and I don’t mean to shame but most of yall is point. blank. period. LAME
this is more so a revolution - a unification abusing nations,
step against the god's an within seconds you'll be introduced to Satan.

this isn’t classical music, more like a rapture that's putrid
so when we rap it's amusing, to stomp you faggots an losers
an once we smash you with fluent acts so naturally ruthless
watch me piss on your regime, an laugh as you take a bath in the fluids.
Listen, yall spit raps...like a bitch, fuck these actors they bullshit,
us?...we toke a blizz'n cough phlegm at you –
talk about arrogant mucus...
rhymes - subject matter that of a dramatic Confucius
so when the war is on, our tactics will have you battered an toothless.
Ayo...bitches are clueless,
when they come against this sinner recluse it's
more like venomous bruising as ligaments contort I'll spare you contusions...
cuz i'd rather attach hair trigger fuses,
around ya body'n stuff C4 down ya throat..
till the air in you's useless
please...the severity, of you comparing me to another rapper’s just stupid,
I’ll throw you underneath a landing plane’n watch the passengers view it
Damn…When I wrap, you know it’s gram after gram…
And when I rap you know the style vicious like the sword of conan.,
HA!

Whats above the staircase? winners and plaques, sinners and rats,
squirming to build a barricade blocking my resiliance, in fact
I stand alone looking towards a wasteland barren and filthy
where continous acts of cynical trash,
declare my life horrendous it kills me…
so erase the picture: crush all bases and strive for the best
see this little boy on the inside, sorely cries, for the rights of the flesh,
but as the day goes, his pain grows inspite of despising the rest
as every man was created the same regardless of his life into death.
basically, I see our people stuck in a whirlpool of sorts,
while I'm swimming for existence there island shrivels, contorts...
as if all the world knows...is this life an image projected
by the people we care for yet we don’t care to protect it.
check it..
now that I've reached the top, is there reason to look down?
knowing that our people don’t care for my frown…
so every day, I set ablaze our "garden of eden"
and in the ashes I sit an pray for our father to see us.

Beyond perfection - I sit atop a moutain staring
glaring at the misconception of greatness an all it's essence
I've painted a fallen message through cloud's dust from comets
but to my dismay, the people reading cant rush the progress...
lush in vomit, the sickness corrupting sonnets
is fixed with resistance through elixirs conducting toxins...
through the minds of minions convinced we must abolish
the futile times of happiness continuing it's rush for promise.
Why? - well...ask yourself the question
did god put us here... to strap our belts with tension?
grasped around the necks of children in search for glory
as apprehension crashes headset's an mutes their story.
...picture a thousand people...man, woman and child
standing atop a building disgusted by looks of the ground
all of a sudden; there ego erupts and wings'll sprout
etching in there skin a destiny concealed in doubt ...
step by step they move together... like lemmings hungry for power
and leap into there end, covered by wax... the sun devoured
so sickening it was to see this, high above the clouds...
but as I looked down, I realized why they say icarus always frowned
bodies fell into a spiral of flesh coated in blood
struggling to contain myself, as the earth began soaking them up...
one by one...souls fled into hysteria
demons grew with hunger as there coffins arose from the mud...
digging through bones...I saw the devil smirk in amazement
pissed that I wasn't apart of the slaughter an his arrangements.
so as I saw him stare at the sky with his disbelievers
I jumped off the moutain top and flipped him the finger...
Wake up - I bet you can hear the alarm...
rarely we're calm...My people this here isn't song...
we've caked up many a profit no matter how feelings were torn
and laced up dealings in closets containing the bomb
BOOM - know the vagrants are gone;
but what happened to peace?
if my nation was strong we'd allow war to rage on the streets
but all was do is race over seas...further corrupting this futile hoax
instead of attacking from inside and constructing a truthful hope
my brothers move an toke...exhale the energy of my words
and pleasantly any enemy will eventually lose there nerve